On hulking out

Its not just that he ‘made me’ mad
He made me hate who I became around him
How my laughter dried up
How my eyes no longer freely roamed the room
How nothing seemed good anymore
How sure I became that none of this was my fault
And that he had become the bane of my existence.
And just like that I hulked out
Doing damage and leaving carnage
In my wake.
Until a little voice in my head
Reminded me that all this
Rigmarole
All this turmoil
And all the things I felt like my anger
Was compelling me to do –
These were not forces brought on
By the action of another
But the choices I was making
Within.


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